Guardians Of The Galaxy Prison Novels & Stories

Ryker POV The detention cell was in the sublevel beneath the packhouse, reinforced with silver-lined walls that dampened a wolf's strength to something manageable. I hadn't been down here since the night we'd hauled two of Marcus's tranquilized guards out of the wreckage of that vehicle chase, and in the chaos of the following days — Maya's recovery, the shift training, Leo finding his footing — I'd let Kade handle the prisoner's basic processing while I focused on the people I actually cared about keeping alive.

Elize and Gavin are leaving. There were more shooters than Elize knew wasn't Dark Phoenix. "They don't belong to Dark Phoenix," said Elize. "Well, who are these people?" asked Gavin. "Who else?" replied Elize. Elize pulled Gavin inside the large warehouse. Elize was looking for weapons and anything they might use. Gavin did as well. Elize pulled Gavin back of that big steel box. "They are too many," Gavin said. "What sort of person are they? What do they think of me, Superwoman?" Elize said gently. "They've got lots of henchmen."

The first of the guards reached their row. The same one who’d grabbed her before, now flanked by two more, moved into the aisle. The clipboard was gone. Shackles hung from his belt instead—thick bands of dull metal etched with runes that made Elowen’s skin crawl just looking at them. Not the elegant Lunaris cuffs from Level Three. Cruder. Heavier. Functional. “Under Tribunal authority,” he said, voice pitched for the nearest seats and the cameras now deliberately swinging their way, “the subject is ordered into custody for evaluation.”

"Okay, Stephen. I think you have an explanation for this? " Gavin crossed his arms, stood facing him while waiting for an answer from him. Half-disbelieving to see what was in front of his eyes at this time, Stephen looked at the Pedrosa clan prison building which was in chaos due to the prisoners who managed to get out of their cells, beating the prison guards and security guards who were helpless facing angry prisoners who went on a rampage taking out their frustration at being treated like societal trash.

Asteria POV. The moment has arrived. We are transporting the prisoners to the conference and we need to do this and fast as my skin begins drying again. I don’t have long. 48 hours, my ass. The prisoners are led out in cuffs that can’t be broken unless with the blood of the one who has placed them on. Which is Gaia. We walk through the Supernatural Council headquarters and out into the lobby. Wolves form a circle around us as Fenrir opens the portal. I take a few breaths as Carter takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.

They took us all the way down towards the end and opened a door and shoved me in. They finally uncovered me and untied my wrists. I tried to run to the door just as they shut it and one guard peered in and said. “Don’t try and teleport out. These are special made cells.” ‘Galen!’ I said. ‘Don’t be afraid my love. It will all work out.’ A few cells away, I heard another door shut and knew they placed him in one a few cells away. At least we can still communicate. Lucas has never discovered that ability we have.

" some of the guards are Freedom Fighters, they work for the Alpha sister, they are nothing but traitors and we are going to catch them today! now assemble all the gaurds now! "What's going on?" the princess asks "I'm in big trouble"

I titled my head to the side, looking these men up and down. “You have five seconds to open this door, or I throw you in it,” I threaten. Well, these doors were definitely not made to keep a shifter out. I think that as I watch the guards body knock through the door. The other stood idly by, not wanting to share the same fate. I stepped in, and sure enough three of the prisoners that were rescued last night, were in these electrical cells. There are light blue beams blocking the individual doors. I put a finger out, and feel the buzz of energy. If they try to escape, they are toast. Literally speaking. I looked around, not seeing Hannah’s face.

Not to one man in Cell 14. It trended in 2 hours. `#NoGhosts` *9. 6:30pm. Kano Max. Cell 14* New guards. New cameras. New lock. James sat in the corner. Guard: “No more mail. No more visitors. No more paper.” James: “For how long?” Guard: “16 years.” He looked at the scratched `DAY 5488`. Then at the new camera in the corner. Red light on. *10. 9:00pm. Rooftop*

Cadon just hoped these bloodsuckers didn’t have any tricks up their sleeves like the ones in that cave with the scandium bullets. All of the Guardians that would be attacking the prison were wearing Emma’s scandium suits. Cadon had made sure there were enough to go around before they took off. He didn’t have any reason to think that these Vampires had access to the scandium bullets since they were produced in Russia, but he couldn’t rule it out, so they were prepared. As prepared as possible, anyway. Once Alcatraz came into view out the window, everything got very real. Cadon had seen the Rock in movies and photographs, but here it was below him now, and the impenetrable nature of a fortress